The view, p.21
The View, page 21
“Ooh, Hudson,” she moaned loudly as the water continued to flow over them.
He was taking her to a place of euphoria with each powerful stroke. As she gripped his shoulders for the insatiable ride, she lovingly stared into his eyes, and it was if their souls reconnected . . . their passion was rekindled. Yes. This indeed was the man she’d fallen in love with. The purity and extreme pleasure of the moment brought tears to her eyes, and that served as confirmation to Hudson that all was forgiven and they were back at that place they used to be.
Gripping her waist, he moved her away from the wall and thrust completely inside her, bouncing her in quick fluid motions up and down on his shaft. Her moans became trapped in her throat as he delivered that feel-good pleasure that teetered on the edge of pain but was so good that all she could feel was pleasure.
“Ahh . . . baby! Ah . . . I’m about to cum!” Karli bit out as her face contorted and her legs began to quiver.
“Cum for me, baby,” Hudson whispered as he continued delivering his tantalizing pleasure.
“Hudson!” Karli released a powerful climax as she trembled against him.
Her love faces were sending him over the edge as he braced her against the wall again and began to thrust faster, making her yell out in pleasure.
“I’m cumming, baby,” Hudson yelled as he pressed against her. “Argh!”
Karli eased off him and slowly kneeled down. She slipped Hudson’s member into her watery mouth and softly licked and suckled him, drawing the remaining juices from him.
He rubbed the top of her head, with his head tilted back in pleasure. “Mmm, Karli. Yes!” He gripped the wall to keep from falling to his knees as he released another load down the back of her throat.
She licked until she’d taken every drop, and swallowed his thick syrup with delight. Hudson looked at her with lustful eyes, satisfied to his core. He picked her up and pushed the shower door open with his free hand and laid her on the bathroom counter. Spreading her legs, he licked his lips, then kneeled down and thrust his tongue into her creamy essence. Swirling his tongue in and out and around her throbbing bud drove Karli to the point of delirium. Her soft, deep grunts urged Hudson on as she tried to grab ahold of something to alleviate the intense ecstasy she was feeling.
“Hud . . . Hud . . . Hudson!” she barely managed to say as she grabbed handfuls of his hair with both of her hands. “Oh my God,” she screamed as she tried to back away from his mouth work.
He held her in place as she came in his mouth, and he continued licking, determined to suck every orgasm out of her. Karli was damn near seeing stars, she was so far gone from their passionate lovemaking. Karli’s legs quivered uncontrollably as her head thrashed from side to side.
“Hudson!” she hollered, and then she went limp, too exhausted to battle him.
Hudson stood slowly, with a satisfied grin on his face, and gently pulled Karli to him. She was so sensitive that she recoiled from his touch, but he lovingly held her in his arms and softly caressed her back. Once she’d calmed down, he picked her up and carried her like a baby into the bedroom. He sat her in the chair briefly and wrapped a towel around her wet hair and then placed her in the king-size bed. She lazily lay there, in euphoria, with her eyes half closed, as Hudson went to put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door. When he climbed in bed beside her, she was out like a light.
He smiled to himself, admiring her beautiful, peaceful face. He leaned over to turn off the lamp, and the hotel phone rang.
“Hello?” he said when he answered.
“Mr. Lewis?” said a young woman. “This is the front desk.”
“Yes, this is he.”
“I really hate to bother you on your anniversary weekend, and I know your suite is rather large. However, we, unfortunately, received a complaint of loud . .. um . . . noise coming from your room. Would you and Mrs. Lewis be able to reduce the noise, please?” she said, obviously embarrassed and nervous.
He chuckled softly. “Of course. Please accept our deepest apologies. Is there anything else?”
“No, sir, not at all. Thank you. I apologize for having to call you all and interrupt your evening. Thank you again, Mr. Lewis, and we’ll have another bottle of our very best champagne delivered to your room in the morning, on the house. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. Thank you. And please send one to the neighbors whom we disturbed and place it on my tab.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Lewis, sir.”
“Is there anything else?”
“No, sir. That’s it. You have a very good night, Mr. Lewis.”
“Good night to you,” he said and hung up the phone.
Hudson settled next to his sleeping wife and pulled her against him. “Bet the neighbors know my name,” he joked to himself. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
Chapter 33
“Mmm, Michael.”
The moaning sounds instantly transported Michael back in time. As he dipped in and out of her succulence, his mind drifted to Karli. A sly smile spread across his face as old memories invaded his mind. Her softness, the touch of her fingertips gripping his back. Her scent. Her gushy buttercream center. Her moans.
“Michael!” The moans grew deeper.
Gripping her mounds, Michael skillfully arched and dipped in and out of the sweet honey pot. Long stroking with his massive member, he felt his muscles begin to tense up and saw that his veins showed as she slicked him with her wetness.
“Fuck! It feels good,” Michael moaned, with his eyes closed. Karli’s old words danced in his mind. Ooh, Michael. Baby, I love you, he thought.
Gripping her waist, he pulled her toward him, and he thrust harder and deeper inside her center. Her moans were so low and sexy that they kicked him into overdrive, forcing her to take all he had to give.
“Shit! I’m cumming!” she moaned loudly. “Ahh! Oh God! Yes! Yes!” she let out as her body went limp and shook ferociously.
Michael continued pumping inside her as sweat beaded his back. His relentlessness made her yelp in satisfaction, and the tingling sensation forced her to beg for mercy.
“Please stop. I can’t . . . I can’t take . . . ,” she panted as her body tingled and twitched.
“Who’s pussy is this?” Michael roared. Yours, Daddy, he thought.
“Yours! Oh shit! Yours, Michael!” she screamed as another orgasmic wave hit her, causing him to come to a climax.
After pulling out, Michael ripped off the condom, gripped his member in his hand, and guided himself inside her mouth.
His head fell back as her warm mouth pulled another climax out of him. “Shit! Suck that shit. Oh yeah,” he moaned when his thick syrup exploded in her mouth as he slowly slid in and out.
Ooh, Michael. You like that, baby? he thought.
“This dick is so tasty.”
The voice violently shook him out of his reverie. It was not something that Karli would’ve said, and it instantly brought him to his reality. Moving to the side and falling back on the bed, Michael kept his eyes closed tightly and exhaled, trying to bring back the memory of Karli.
“Are you all right?” she asked, rubbing her hand across his chest.
Michael blew out a breath, slightly irritated. The moment was gone, and the voice speaking to him was not Karli’s. He swallowed back the hurt and anger he was experiencing. Hurt, because it’d been two years since Karli left, and anger, because the only time he could still feel her presence was when he was dick deep inside some pussy, and now this voice was reminding him that she wasn’t Karli.
Finally, he opened his eyes and looked over and smiled. The sweetest set of brown eyes stared back at him. He slid his fingers down the side of her face as she brushed her sweat-drenched bangs behind her ear.
“Yes, Catrina, I’m fine.”
She bit her lip. “Are you sure?”
He swallowed hard. “Yes, I’m sure. Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes, you have this far-off look in your eyes. Like you’re here but not here.”
Smiling demurely, Michael traced her lips with his thumb. “Don’t worry. I’m here.”
She lay back. “How long are we going to keep this up?”
“What do you mean? We’re good.”
“We’re meeting in these hotels because I can’t come to your house and you’re not comfortable in mine. We haven’t told our parents, and I still haven’t told Karli . . .”
Instantly, Michael sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hand down his face. “Here you go—”
Cutting him off, Catrina huffed, “Yes, here I go again!” She sat up and pressed her back against the headboard. “Michael, we’ve been together for a little over a year, and I feel horrible lying to my best friend about the fact that I’m in a relationship and sleeping with her ex-husband!”
“Did she ask you if we were together?”
“No, but—”
“Then, you’re not lying to her. You just haven’t told her. There’s a difference.”
Catrina slid her hand through her hair. It was messed up. She already knew it. She and Michael had got together by happenstance. She had been comforting him throughout his depression, caused by his failed marriage to her best friend. One day, one thing had led to another and they’d christened his desk in his office.
“Hey, you,” Catrina greeted after walking into Michael’s office with a brown paper bag in her hand.
Michael stood gazing out his office window. He looked dapper on the outside, but he’d learned to put on a façade over the past year. His Ralph Lauren button-down caressed his muscles perfectly, and the gold Cartier wristwatch and the Cartier gold-encrusted, diamond cuff links shone brightly against his cinnamon-colored skin. His Ralph Lauren dress slacks hung nicely, showing off his masculine thighs and tight derriere.
Though he stood there, looking like the Adonis that he was, on the inside he was troubled. He was a broken man. He lived every day by going through the motions. He’d resigned from his position as deacon at church, and now he rarely even showed up. He had even begun drinking on a regular basis and cursing again. The only thing he managed to do right was lawyering. He poured himself into his work. If nothing else, this divorce had made him dive so hard into his work that the firm had moved from a spot in the top twenty to a spot in the top three in the ranking of sports entertainment law firms across the country. Yet, it was moments like this that reminded him that no matter how powerful a man he’d become, there was always one person who could break him like he was nothing. Her name was Karli.
“What are you doing here?” he asked blandly.
Ignoring his dry greeting, Catrina sat the bag down on his desk and leaned against it. Crossing her arms, she cleared her throat to swallow her hurt feelings. “Well, that is a way to greet a person. I stopped by only to bring you something to eat. I’m sure you haven’t eaten, and I thought maybe you could also use some company.”
“I’d rather be alone, if you don’t mind,” he scoffed, never breaking his gaze out the window.
Confused, Catrina stood up straight. “Michael, why are you treating me this way? Did I do something to you?”
Putting his head down, he let out a deep breath. “It’s not you. It’s just you were with her this weekend . . . celebrating . . . and I don’t need any reminders of her or what happened this weekend.”
The realization hit Catrina like a ton of bricks. She’d been Karli’s maid of honor for her nuptials to Hudson this past Saturday. Michael knew about the wedding, and her presence now was reminding him of the fact that Karli had married another man. She hadn’t told him, but every paper and style magazine in New York had followed the story of one of New York’s most eligible bachelors tying the knot, so it was not as if he could avoid it. Michael was crazy to think that Catrina wouldn’t be a part of it. She was Karli’s best friend, after all. The ironic part was that she’d come by his office because she had figured he’d be a little down about his ex-wife’s new marriage and she’d wanted to ease his burden, not add to it. She had been feeling horrible and wanted to assure him that he still had people who cared about him. He still had people who were in his corner.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. I only wanted to cheer you up and take your mind off it. I figured it would be on your mind.”
Finally, Michael turned to face her. “I’m sorry, Catrina.” He walked over to the desk. “I didn’t mean to treat you badly. I’m just in a bad-ass mood.” He let out a harsh chuckle. “You’d think after all this time I would be over it. It’s just hard, you know?” He swiped his hand down his face.
“No apologies necessary.” She grabbed his hands. “I understand it’s difficult. No one expects you to ‘just get over it’ because it’s been a year. You’ve spent years loving Karli. It’s going to take time, and anybody who honestly cares about you knows that.”
A slight smile graced Michael’s face, and he leaned in and hugged Catrina tightly. “Thank you. You’ve always been there for me, despite the fact that you’re her best friend. I can’t thank you enough for bearing with me. You have kept me sane, when I know I would’ve lost it. I don’t tell you enough, but I swear on life, I’m indebted to you.”
Pulling back and still gripping his arms, Catrina whispered, “Friends don’t hold debts, nor do they count favors. You owe me nothing.”
As they gazed into each other’s eyes, Michael slowly licked his thick lips. That single motion made Catrina squirm, as if electricity had bolted through her. The look in Michael’s eyes turned from hurt to something that Catrina couldn’t decipher.
“Catrina,” he breathed.
“Um . . . I guess you’re wondering what I brought you to eat,” she said hurriedly, breaking their gaze and easing out of his arms. After turning her back to him, she opened the brown bag. “I have your favorites, turkey and ham club sandwiches, and I got those cupcakes she used to buy for you from Brooklyn Cupcake. Oh, and Voss water.”
“How did you know these are my favorites?” he asked, staring at her, as he devoured one of the chocolate cheesecake cupcakes.
She shrugged nervously. “Good memory, I guess. Karli always talked about the things you like, so I guess it stuck.”
“It stuck, huh?” He licked the remaining icing off his thumb.
“Yeah, uh-huh.” She handed him a napkin, and when he reached for it, he grabbed her hand and brought her close to him. Their breathing was erratic. “What . . . what are we doing, Michael?”
“What do you want to do?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they dove into a deep and sensual kiss that damn near made Catrina delirious. Michael unzipped her skirt and dropped it like a pro as Catrina brought her shaky hands up to unbutton his shirt. Once his shirt was off, Michael pressed a button to make sure his blinds were all closed and to automatically lock the door. He lifted Catrina’s blouse above her head and let it fall to the floor. Roughly, he spun her around and lifted her onto his desk, then removed his tank. After reaching for his suit jacket, which lay on the chair behind them, he retrieved a condom and unbuckled his pants. Once they dropped to the floor, he gripped Catrina’s lace thong and slid it down over her petite ass to her ankles.
Biting her lip, Catrina gazed sexily back at Michael. She instantly lusted for this fine specimen of a man. Every muscle was tight and cut, and the meat hanging between his legs made her mouth water.
Michael’s eyes twinkled when he noticed Catrina lusting over him. The boy still had the power to make the ladies swoon. He winked at her as the Magnum snapped into place. “See something you like?”
When Catrina nodded, he smacked her ass and rubbed her cheeks, then tested the water by nudging his thumb inside. She was slick and wet, ready for him. After sliding himself inside her wetness, he thrust hard and deep.
“I said, See something you like?”
She moaned and her head fell forward as she bit out, “Yes. God, yes.”
Michael grinned devilishly as he had his way with Catrina. He pounded her from the back, lifted her up, and pounded her from the front, and ended up with her sitting in his lap backward. After a thirty-minute round, they were both spent, and Catrina stood and leaned her naked body against the desk, facing him, as he sat in his plush office chair.
“Oh my God, Michael. What have we done?”
“Had sex . . . good sex.” He winked at her.
“But Karli—”
“Is divorced and remarried to Hudson,” he spewed as he stood up. “Don’t bring her up.”
Catrina shrugged. “Okay. But what about me? She’s my best friend.”
“And Hudson was my friend, so?”
Her brow furrowed. “So did you just use me for a revenge fuck? Is that all this was to you?” she asked angrily.
Michael laughed. “Actually, that would’ve been a great idea if I was still married to your cheating best friend.”
Catrina huffed and turned around to dress. Michael walked over to her and pulled her close.
“It wasn’t, Catrina. I’m sorry.” When she side eyed him, he said, “I’m serious. Look, it was a moment between you and me. No one else has to know about this. And for a moment, my mind was off . . . her.”
He and Catrina shared a quiet laugh.
“So, do you want to come to my restroom and clean up, then help me do a little office cleanup before my employees and my cleaning staff have a field day at our expense?” he asked her.
Catrina nodded.
Michael turned and headed in the direction of the restroom.
“Michael,” she called softly, and he turned to face her. She walked up to him. “Was it only just a moment?”
